No division in the ranks
The lines are long and proud
No question on their lips
But there will always be doubt

Like a Chinese painting
All red with its message
flag high in the sky
Twists and turns its language

Underneath the colours red-blue-white
Catch a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye

With the rise and fall of
The conductor's blind hand
I [bad word] roulette
I'm an angry young man